The Doctor ignored him, and walked over to the big red armchair Sam was curled up in. He blew softly into a wooden recorder. A mournful rendition of Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star sounded around the echoing room. 'Give me that,' said Fitz. 'I object to the slaughter of innocent tunes.' He played a coruscating eddy up and down the scales, finishing with a quick rendition of the chorus of 'Please Please Me'. The Doctor stared at him, agog. Then he snatched back the recorder and returned to the control panel. 'Rubbish,' he said. ... 'Fitz, if I don't come back...' He swallowed. 'Yes?' 'There's a metronome in one of the cabinets at the back there. It'll help you keep time.' He tutted, and went through the TARDIS doors. "Your rhythm was terrible...'
The Taint by Michael Collier
